“Then you’ll want me tomorrow.” One rub of his fingers. “And the next day.” Another. “And the next.” And another. “Because one night with you will never be enough.” Damn it, it was true, and he hadn’t even admitted it to himself. Oh, he was cursed all right. Whether by magical means or not, he wanted this woman like no other, and no drunken fling would satisfy.
“Now. I want—” She ground against his hand.
He nibbled the edge of her earlobe before whispering, “You want to come?”
“Y-yesss.”
With the last bit of his calm, he used his hook to tug down his undershorts, freeing his cock. Her wet core pressed against his fingers as he teased her folds. His pace quickened. Hook ground himself against her wiggling backside, savoring the slide of moist cotton against him. It wasn’t the destination he longed for, but bloody hell, it would do.
Tink cried out, clamping down around his hand. He thrust against her eager warmth, wringing out her pleasure as she arched against him. Her wings fluttered, teasing his cock and showering the room in sparkling light. A moan tore from his lips as he came, jerking toward her soft and willing flesh. He palmed her wet mound, pulling her tight to him while they embraced the last of their ecstasy.
As the world solidified around him, he could swear he saw something drifting in the air. Dust, but more than the room held before. Something to do with her scent? He may as well lay with her in a field of flowers rather than the narrow bed.
“James…” His name was a raspy whisper on her lips as she twisted her head around to see him.
“Sleep, love.” He kissed her cheek, finally relinquishing his prize to grab the nearby pitcher and a cloth to wipe them clean.
The glow of her wings dimmed as she heaved a contented sigh and settled into the bed.
He wouldn’t sleep a wink with her near-naked body pressed against his. All the same, he wouldn’t leave her. Not now.
Maybe not ever again.
Chapter 19
Tink
The room spun. Something drummed a soft but steady beat at Tink’s temple and refused to let up no matter how hard she squeezed the pillow over her head and willed it away.
“Ugh! Stop!” She flung the pillow, sitting up in bed.
Mistake. Still spinning. She pinched the bridge of her nose and scooted to the side table, grabbing at the cup of water there.
Blessed, sweet water. It had never tasted so good. Nothing ever had.
Strong floral scents filled the room. If she closed her eyes she was almost at home, sitting in a glade in the vale, dust on her wings.Dust!Her wings twitched. She’d made dust! The witch hadn’t lied. She could do it. She leaped to her feet, stretching, relishing the looseness of her body.
And froze.
Durin’s beard!She was almost completely naked and—
“Oh, shit.”
Heat raced across her cheeks and up to the tips of her ears. She grabbed at the sheets, covering herself and searching the small room for Hook, but he wasn’t there.
He’d…they’d…oh holy revered elders, they’d almost…
When I fuck you, and I plan to, I want you sober, eager.
Her thighs clamped together, but she couldn’t escape the delicious feeling of him there. The stroke of his thumb across her clit, the thrust of his fingers… She flopped back onto the bed, ignoring her pounding headache in favor of more delightful reminders of the night before.
Hesitantly, her fingers wandered below her underthings, sliding through the moisture there. She bit her lip…hard. Hook could return at any moment. Would he still want her?
Holy Flora, she wanted him. She’d wanted to forget, to escape. Dice, it had started with dice. And too much ale. Had he carried her up here? A deep breath filled her lungs. Hehad. Then that kiss. And oh—
She covered her face with her hands. She’d begged.Oh no. Oh no, no, no. She’d practically begged a filthy, no-good pirate to fuck her.
And he hadn’t. The thought loosened the anxiety twisting in her chest.
